Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

33.

Fang Zhixing really started to cook for Zhong Siyuan every day, using his newly bought electric cooker.

He didn't know what was wrong with Zhong Siyuan's voice. The man refused to tell him, but when he asked Lin Manman, the other party also said he didn't know.

Fang Zhixing had no choice but to give up. He read a lot of recipes and picked and selected those that cleared the lungs and moistened the throat, nourished the stomach, and paid attention to the combination of less oil and salt and nutrition.

Lunch is usually prepared the night before, and breakfast is prepared early, Fang Zhixing is very humanitarian, not only Bao Zhong Siyuan, Lin Manman also improves the food.

This morning, Fang Zhixing cooked noodles in clear soup for Zhong Siyuan.

After taking out his share, he poured some hot pot bottom ingredients into the pot by himself, and then he and Lin Manman ate with their heads on top of each other with relish.

It's so hot early in the morning, and I'm not afraid of burning my stomach.

Zhong Siyuan couldn't persuade him, so he sat beside him and looked at his mobile phone after breakfast.

Fang Zhixing was halfway through eating, his hot lips were numb, he took a tissue to wipe his tears while exhaling the heat, and stopped for a while.

Zhong Siyuan handed him water without looking up, and he drank a couple of sips and asked, "Are you reading the Morning Financial News?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't know where he got the inspiration from, so he shook his head speechlessly.

Lin Manman blew her nose, gasped and said, "Boss is watching the cat."

"cat?"

Fang Zhixing didn't hear Zhong Siyuan mention it, but he remembered that the other person's profile picture was a cat: "Do you have a cat?"

Zhong Siyuan responded.

So Fang Zhixing leaned over to watch the phone with him.

The screen is real-time monitoring, the camera is facing a corner of the room, there is a cat climbing frame next to the wall, and a semi-enclosed cat litter like a pumpkin is placed on the ground, a group of fluffy living creatures are facing the camera, their heads are arched in the cat litter. Know what you're doing.

"It's so cute." Fang Zhixing looked at the round butt, wanting to grab it, "Is that the cat with your avatar?"

"Ah."

As if hearing someone's praise, the living creature came out twisting its buttocks, turned around, and a flat, fat face appeared on the screen.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Fang Zhixing laughed loudly, "It's Garfield!"

The white-haired, round-faced Garfield looked naive, walked slowly in front of the camera with short legs, and the cat's face was instantly enlarged until only the nostrils could be seen.

"What is it doing?" Fang Zhixing couldn't stop laughing, this cat is too stupid, not Zhong Siyuan at all.

"It heard your voice."

"Can it hear me?" Fang Zhixing poked the screen, "What's its name?"

"Mozart."

"What?" Fang Zhixing couldn't hide his shock, "You call the cat Mozart?"

Zhong Siyuan explained: "When it first came to my house, it would only sleep when it listened to Mozart's piano music."

"..."

What kind of cat is still keen to listen to music: "Your cat is quite artistic."

Lin Manman interjected: "Not only that, when I first came here, I listened to Mozart sleeping and Beethoven waking up. I had to play Chopin on the tuba, otherwise it wouldn't be able to play."

Fang Zhixing felt that Chopin's reputation was victimized.

"You have all come to Chongqing, what about it?"

Lin Manman said: "Before the boss left, he put several trays of cat litter and cat food, and then the housekeeper aunt would replenish it twice a week."

Fang Zhixing turned back to the screen to look at the cat, and thought that with Zhong Siyuan's character, he should have someone who was as cold as him, but who would have thought that he was so cute.The more Fang Zhixing looked at it, the more novel it became, and the more novel it became, the more he wanted to laugh. He felt that Zhong Siyuan had become cuter!

Zhong Siyuan asked: "Do you like it?"

Fang Zhixing nodded: "Yes!"

Zhong Siyuan threw out a sugar-coated cannonball: "Then you move here quickly, and I will pet the cat for you."

·

The days when I came to Chongqing passed quickly, and it was October in a blink of an eye.

The emotional conflict in the last scene was very intense, just as Chen Hua called to stop, Fang Zhixing lay limp on the ground.

Zhong Siyuan was also very tired, sitting next to him with drooping shoulders panting.

Only Chen Hua and the crew cheered happily: "It's over! Let's cook hot pot tonight, let's go home tomorrow!"

While talking and laughing, Zhong Siyuan touched Fang Zhixing's cheekbones: "Does it hurt you?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't lift a single finger, so he still smiled: "No."

The assistant director took the lead to greet the two male leads: "Are you two okay? You can't get out!"

"It's normal if you can't get out," said the scene manager. "Xiao Fang was standing at the window just now, half of his body was outside. I thought he was going to jump off."

Chen Hua put on a cigarette: "This is the charm of sympathetic acting. If you follow your heart, if you take your own heart, if your opponent's actor takes his heart, the audience can also take his heart."

Fang Zhixing hummed on the ground: "Director, please stop praising me."

"Praise should be praised!" Chen Hua stood up, "Okay, get up quickly, clean up and eat hot pot at night."

Fang Zhixing stretched out his hand to Zhong Siyuan: "I can't get up, Brother Yuan pulls me."

Whether this person can still do it, he doesn't look at the occasion when he acts like a baby.

Zhong Siyuan was speechless and indulged in pulling him up from the ground.

Fang Zhixing left the scene twisting his neck, doing chest expansion exercises while walking.

This scene was filmed in the hotel, and I went downstairs to the room. Fang Zhixing jumped a few times to slow down, but it was not enjoyable.

"Mr. Zhong, I'm a little excited."

Zhong Siyuan was a few steps behind him: "I see."

"Maybe I'm a little excited to go home tomorrow."

The second half of the sentence is embarrassing, but a bigger part of the reason is that he is excited about being neighbors with Zhong Siyuan soon.

Fang Zhixing turned around suddenly: "Stop and don't move!"

Zhong Siyuan stopped cooperatively.

"Take out the phone and turn on the camera." Fang Zhixing bowed and pressed his legs, "I want to relax."

Zhong Siyuan followed suit one by one, squatting down without anyone saying anything, and reminded: "Be careful."

Fang Zhixing asked, "Has it started yet?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll perform a kick today."

Fang Zhixing smiled at the camera, then turned around and took two steps forward, then turned half a circle on the spot, and bent sideways while raising his legs.

Those legs were opened to 180 degrees, and they were still bending forward as his continuously bent waist.

He kept a standing posture and split a split horse!

Zhong Siyuan even had an illusion that he was afraid that Fang Zhixing would be broken just like that.

But no, the man easily completed the movement and stood neatly on the spot.

Zhong Siyuan pressed pause.

Seeing him put away his phone and coming over, Fang Zhixing couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped twice and touched his thigh, yelling, "Damn, I haven't kicked for a long time, I almost broke."

"..." Zhong Siyuan's expression was indescribable.

Fang Zhixing clapped his hands to him like teasing a dog: "Come here and show me if the kick is beautiful."

Zhong Siyuan pinched the back of Fang Zhixing's neck and turned him back, expressionlessly said: "It's so beautiful."

The dinner party was set at seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still more than two hours left. It was so boring to be alone, so Fang Zhixing went to find Zhong Siyuan after changing his clothes.

He is a frequent visitor to Zhong Siyuan's room, and he basically stays here in his spare time except for sleeping.

Zhong Siyuan seemed to be busy. When Fang Zhixing came in, he saw paper and pens on the table: "Do you want to write something? Then I'm leaving, so I won't disturb you."

"Don't run around," Zhong Siyuan tidied up his things and held them in his hands, "I'll let you play with the computer, I'll go to the sofa."

"Hey, you can use the table, I'll go to the sofa."

"It's okay." Zhong Siyuan messed up Fang Zhixing's hair, "The power-on password is my birthday, you can play with it yourself."

Fang Zhixing knocked his hand off with barren teeth and claws.

Zhong Siyuan took the things and left.

There was silence in the hotel suite.

Fang Zhixing felt that this scene was very familiar.

When Zhong Siyuan was in the dormitory without an announcement before, he was writing songs, and he was watching dance videos next to him. The two of them didn't bother each other. Occasionally, they looked at each other, but they didn't know how to get together and start kissing.

Fang Zhixing turned on the computer and paused when entering the password. Zhong Siyuan's birthday was in winter, the last day of the year.

It seems that there is still a long time to go, but Fang Zhixing has already begun to look forward to it.

I want to celebrate Zhong Siyuan's birthday and give him a gift.

I want to make up for the five years owed to him one by one.

It was getting dark quickly, and Fang Zhixing watched the musical for two hours in silence, his eyes felt uncomfortable.

He got up and wandered around. The WeChat group started swiping the screen half an hour ago. He didn't know what the conversation was full of enthusiasm.

They were going to leave in a while, so Fang Zhixing notified Zhong Siyuan in advance to rest for a while anyway.

He walked to the outside, and saw the sofa and floor covered with paper. Zhong Siyuan was sitting in front of the coffee table, with headphones on, writing.

"Teacher Zhong?" Fang Zhixing didn't approach, and knocked on the locker.

Zhong Siyuan didn't play music very well, looked up at him and said, "Come here."

Fang Zhixing got the order, picked up the place that was not rattled and moved over with difficulty, just like Mozart who was looking for a foothold between the beds.

"What are you writing?"

Fang Zhixing tidied up his feet casually, not deliberately peeking, but just caught a glimpse, and immediately froze in place.

He actually saw the sheet music!

Zhong Siyuan stacked a few pieces of paper at hand and explained: "The producer invited me to write the theme song."

"You're writing a song!" Fang Zhixing exclaimed in a low voice, and almost rushed to Zhong Siyuan's side, with undisguised joy in his eyes, "Are you really writing a song?!"

"Why are you so excited?"

Since Zhong Siyuan announced his withdrawal from the music industry a few years ago, he has never sung a song in public, but he composes music for film and television dramas every year, especially those he starred in. The song is still a friendly price.

However, he generally does not promote this, and also asks the drama creators not to make a big fanfare. Fans only noticed "leading starring Zhong Siyuan", and it took a long time to discover "composer Zhong Siyuan".

However, it has been more than a year since Zhong Siyuan wrote a song last time, and Fang Zhixing is still in fear all day long, whether this person will stop singing or even compose songs.

The blossoming of Fang Zhi Xing Le seems as if Zhong Siyuan is about to announce his return to the music scene.He leaned over to look at the score: "How is it? How much have you written? Are you inspired? Can you hum a few lines for me?"

I don't have much inspiration, otherwise I wouldn't waste so much paper.Zhong Siyuan shook his head: "I'll listen to you after I finish writing."

Fang Zhixing was also quite content and helped Zhong Siyuan put away the draft.In fact, he wants to hear Zhong Siyuan sing more, not for him alone, nor for his colleagues at the dinner table. He loves Zhong Siyuan who shines brightly on the stage the most.

He wanted to know how Zhong Siyuan's throat hurt, but he couldn't ask because he was not ready to confide everything to Zhong Siyuan.

They agreed to exchange each other's unspeakable secrets.

Eating by the river at night, the famous night view hotpot restaurant in Chongqing, you can see the Yangtze River as soon as you stretch your head, and Hongya Cave, which is brightly lit at night, is on the other side of the river.

The crew booked the venue in advance, and the hot pot restaurant was full of people inside and out.Eating and drinking, hanging around tables, and taking pictures outside.

Fang Zhixing took pictures of night scenes with his mobile phone, didn't drink or eat much.

Zhong Siyuan called him: "Stop taking pictures, eat something first."

"The river view is so beautiful, Mr. Zhong, come here and I'll take a handsome photo of you."

Zhong Siyuan didn't want to take pictures, but refused with a straight face.

Fang Zhixing handed him the phone: "Then take a picture for me!"

He ran to the guardrail, behind him was the hazy river water and the faint light that had been melted away by the autumn wind.

Fang Zhixing is wearing a knitted striped sweater with a wide neckline that reveals his delicate collarbone. When he looks at the camera, he smiles with his lips parted, and there is a moving look in his crescent-shaped eyes.

Zhong Siyuan felt that he was very much like an elf moving in the middle of the night, every bit of light that fell from flapping his wings condensed into a twinkling star.

He took two pictures, keeping a moment of beauty.

Lin Manman took a selfie for half an hour, and found in the crowd that her boss was taking pictures for others, which aroused the old mother's heart.

"Boss!" Lin Manman intercepted Hu Fang Zhixing's phone without authorization, and drove Zhong Siyuan to the opposite side, "It's such a beautiful day, let me take a group photo for you!"

"..."

Fang Zhixing was even happier. He grabbed Zhong Siyuan's arm as if he was afraid that he would run away, and hugged him tightly. He obviously wanted to restrain himself, but he was unconsciously greedy.

Zhong Siyuan cooperated unwillingly, which was rare, and there was no trace of coldness on his face.

Considering that he had to catch a plane tomorrow, the crew would leave before midnight, and they said good night in the corridor, Fang Zhixing looked forward to the life in the neighborhood in advance.

Wouldn't it be possible to say good night face to face every day if we moved to the next door after we went back?

After Fang Zhixing took a shower, he changed into comfortable pajamas and prepared to go to bed.Just as her legs were touching the edge of the bed, the doorbell rang.

Who is it in the middle of the night!

Fang Zhixing went to open the door suspiciously, and was stunned after opening the door. Outside was the actress Liu Ruyun from the same group.

Liu Ruyun rubbed her palms against her lips, and apologized: "Mr. Fang, I live across from you. The bag I brought with me is missing. I don't know if it's at the assistant's place. The room card for my mobile phone is inside. Can I borrow your room to call?" a phone call?"

Losing the room card is second, and it would be terrible if the celebrity's mobile phone was stolen.

Fang Zhixing hurriedly asked people to come in.

In the middle of the night, when the actress entered the room to avoid suspicion, Fang Zhixing left the room door wide open, who knew that the kick was broken and it was not sticky, and it closed with a bang, startling the two people inside.

"Uh, there seems to be something wrong with the door."

Fang Zhixing felt that what he said was a little bit 300 taels of silver here, so he stood by the door and added: "The phone is inside, you can use it yourself."

Liu Ruyun went in to make a call, but the voice came out intermittently. Fang Zhixing didn't intend to inquire, so he sent a message to Zhong Siyuan with his mobile phone: "Are you asleep?"

Zhong Siyuan returned very quickly: "Not yet."

Liu Ruyun over there came out after making the phone call: "Fortunately, I'll leave it with my assistant."

Fang Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief for others: "Just find it, and she will send it to you in a while?"

"We have to wait a while. She and Tong Yushan's assistant will go to the convenience store to buy some daily necessities."

"Ah, so." In other words, he won't be able to come back for a while, Fang Zhixing is very gentlemanly, "Then you wait in the room, I will go to Teacher Zhong for a walk."

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving the beautiful star behind without any regrets.

Then he knocked on Zhong Siyuan's door again, rubbing his palms like a girl: "Mr. Zhong, please take me in!"

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-05-1611:21:08~2020-05-1711:34:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: see one;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!